Candles float in little glass floats on the water’s surface, casting rippling gold light across the tiled walls. A mermaid mosaic stares down from the far end, her expression frozen in perpetual curiosity.

In the water, Y/n floats, their back pressed against Cedric’s chest. He’s warm, solid, his arms wrapped loosely around Y/n’s waist beneath the surface. His chin rests on their shoulder, and every few seconds, he presses a lazy, absentminded kiss to the curve of their neck.

The door handle rattles.